Good. [Dean just started the car, trying to focus on driving, and he cast the angel a mildly concerned glance, sighing a bit. He hated this city so much some days.]
There's no point in sitting in there when you're in this shape. You need to sleep. You can take a good nap in my bed, and then go see Jo when you're awake. Besides, I've got a feeling we're gonna need the space. Red hasn't checked in and she's MIA.